VDN Ch 76

Nam-woon bent forward sharply, headbutting Kwon Sang-moon, who was between his legs. With a cry of “Ah!” Kwon Sang-moon flinched from under the table.

“Haa…”

All kinds of scents rushed into his nostrils. What he felt the strongest was the heavy musk-coming scent from right next to him. As Nam-woon suddenly lowered his upper body and groaned, Hae-geon placed his hand on Nam-woon’s bare skin. His scent enveloped Nam-woon’s entire body.

“Ugh…”

“Nam-woon, what’s wrong?”

“Take… your hand… off.”

He spoke through his gritted teeth, but Hae-geon refused, gently caressing Nam-woon’s rib cage. It seemed playful, but to Nam-woon, it felt like a sexual provocation.

This is crazy. No matter how high the Omega percentage is, it doesn’t matter who the other person is. As long as they are an Alpha, they can affect me like this?

Nam-woon knew he’d be doomed if Hae-geon found out. He desperately tried to suppress his reactions, but he couldn’t stop his thighs from trembling or his toes from curling in his shoes. Fortunately, the darkness hid his flushed face.

To avoid Hae-geon’s persistent touch, Nam-woon turned his head to the side, exposing his straight, masculine neck. Hae-geon’s expression hardened slightly as he stared at it.

Hae-geon leaned forward, bringing his lips close to Nam-woon’s neck as if he were about to lick it. His moist upper lip lightly brushed against Nam-woon’s tense skin, leaving a ticklish sensation.

“Are you sick?”

“Your body feels hot.” Hae-geon murmured in a husky voice.

“Ah….” Nam-woon let out a short, unintended moan, which Hae-geon didn’t miss.

“Nam-woon, why are you trembling?”

At the same time, the musk scent intensified. Nam-woon shivered and bent forward again. Hae-geon supported his body immediately, as if he had been waiting.

“Is it difficult to move? Haha, you look like an omega.”

Hae-geon’s lips touched Nam-woon’s sweat-drenched hair.

“But you’re a beta, so you shouldn’t have pheromones.”

Hae-geon, who was whispering then paused for a moment. He pulled back his lips from Nam-woon’s ear and gave him a puzzled look.

“Nam-woon, did you eat bread?”

Despite the loud voices and music around them, Hae-geon’s low voice cut through to Nam-woon. Bread? Why suddenly?…

At the time, the man with orange hair chimed in as if agreeing with Hae-geon’s words.

“Hey, did you eat taiyaki? Why does it smell like that?”

Hae-geon buried his nose in Nam-woon’s neck, sniffing like a madman. Then he pulled back and stared at Nam-woon for a long time in silence. Nam-woon wrinkled the bridge of his nose at the unusual reactions of those around him. He also seemed to smell the familiar smell of flour.

“Taiyaki filled with red bean paste and taiyaki with cream…I gotta make them quickly, there are elementary school students waiting in the front…”

“You”

Hae-geon seemed about to say something, but suddenly covered his mouth with one hand and stood up abruptly, disappearing somewhere. Nearby, people began to scold the man with the orange hair who was talking about taiyaki.

“Hwang! Why are you looking for taiyaki here?”

“No, seriously, I smell it. It’s like a pheromone.”

“That’s fucking hilarious. Are you drunk? How can there be taiyaki pheromones? How can something like that ever happen in the world?”

Exactly. How could a person smell like taiyaki? It was like something out of a bizarre TV show. Despite his disoriented state, Nam-woon couldn’t help but agree with the stranger. And he felt despair.

Do I really smell like taiyaki…? Damn

Nam-woon also knew that each individual had their own unique pheromone scent. It could be something refreshing like Seo-oh’s, or a heavy scent like Hae-geon’s, or even the sweet, fruity smell he had encountered at the perfume shop.

But why does he have a taiyaki scent?

Of course, he was intimately familiar with the smell, having worked with it every day, regardless of weekends and holidays. But having it as his pheromone scent was a different story. Judging by the orange-hair man’s reaction, he could see that having taiyaki pheromones was not common at all.

Nam-woon bit his lip hard.

System, are you crazy?

[It is a short term, intermittent pheromone effect. Due to the rise in Omega gauge, Nam-woon is still a Beta.]

That’s not the point, why the hell does it smell like taiyaki!

[This result is derived from the preset ‘IF’ conditions.]

The system changed the display to show something floating on the screen.

[If Nam-woon manifests, it would smell weakly like taiyaki…]

It was similar to [Kwon Seo-oh – Korea University] that he had seen before.

Who the hell made that default setting…….

But he couldn’t have an endless loop of conversations with the system now. His body felt strange, due to the Omega gauge, and Kwon Sang-moon was still hiding under the table. Nam-woon bent over, trying to suppress the heat rising from below.

At least with the disappearance of Jin-sang’s pheromones or rather Jin Hae-geon’s could breathe a bit easier.

As expected, Jin-sang wasn’t just some passing extra.

No wonder. Every time he met Hae-geon, he felt an uneasy feeling in his heart, like he had left the lights on in the shop. He always suspected he was missing something. He even asked the system, but he couldn’t get a meaningful answer. It seemed it was because he got the name wrong.

The system can be as annoying as if someone were typing responses… Tch.

Nam-woon briefly vented his frustration with the system and reflected on his past behavior.

What he had done to avoid being buried alive was actually jumping into a fire. But looking back, it didn’t seem to be his fault. Ignoring and neglecting someone like Hae-geon was a natural human response. How could anyone treat someone well who constantly sexually harassed and deceived others?

According to the system’s notifications, his understanding level of the character Jin Hae-geon was at 1. The numerous warnings were similar to when he first met Seo-oh.

Just because there are two main characters doesn’t mean there need to be two of these elaborate settings! Nam-woon cursed the unnecessary intricate details, then shook his head.

Ah, whatever.

He pushed aside the chaotic thoughts swirling in his mind. The priority now was to get Kwon Sang-moon to safety. Seo-oh must be somewhere in this club by now. Nam-woon pulled out his phone to call Seo-oh when he stopped and then tapped the orange-haired man’s shoulder.

“What?”

“Water.”

“Oh… its right here.”

He still felt a bit breathless. His cheeks were hot. If he met Seo-oh like this, he might realize something was off immediately.

Nam-woon grabbed the beer glass handed to him by the orange-haired man and downed it in one gulp, clutching his chest and coughing violently. The orange-haired man, alarmed by the sight of Nam-woon spewing liquid, yelled, “What’s wrong?” and even took a sip from the glass.

“Oh… it was soju? Hey, sorry about that. Here’s the real water… no, this one.”

He kept pushing various glasses of alcohol towards Nam-woon, muttering, “Is it this one, or that one?” The first drink already had Nam-woon’s head spinning and his stomach churning.

He was already feeling unwell from the sudden pheromone effect. The mix of smells, rising body heat, and alcohol made him nauseous.

While Nam-woon struggled to keep his head up, Kwon Sang-moon quietly lifted the black T-shirt and peeked out from between Nam-woon’s legs, reaching out his hand.

“Um, could I borrow a phone…?”

“Sure. Here.”

The orange-haired man handed over his phone politely. After struggling with it for a moment, Kwon Sang-moon asked again.

“How do you use this? It’s a different model from what I’m used to.”

“Let me see.”

The orange-haired man and Kwon Sang-moon huddled over the phone, talking quietly. Nam-woon, wiping his wet mouth from coughing, turned his head back to check the gangsters’ positions.

But then he made eye contact with an unexpected person.

“…….”

A man at least a head taller than the others, with an unusually clean and handsome face, stood out in the club’s dim lighting. Kwon Seo-oh, standing right in the middle of the club, staring at Nam-woon. His feverish mind was unable to think process for a moment.

He didn’t seem to fit in a place like this, but tonight he looked perfectly at home. His pale face, contrasting with his black hair and flushed lips, gave him a strikingly decadent appearance under the dark lighting.

At that moment, Nam-woon felt all the noise that had been piercing his ear fade. The presence of countless people walking around became blurred, and only Seo-oh stood out clearly. Although their eye contact lasted only a few seconds, it felt unusually long. Seo-oh, who had been unable to take his eyes off him for a while, suddenly started walking. Nam-woon snapped out of his thoughts and quickly scanned his surroundings. Fortunately, the large men he had seen earlier were gone. Eventually, Seo-oh soon reached the table where Nam-woon was sitting.

Sensing a stranger’s presence, Kwon Sang-moon hurriedly pulled the black T-shirt back over his head and crawled back between Nam-woon’s legs, placing his sweat-dampened hand on Nam-woon’s thigh.

“Wow… what’s going on today?”

The orange-haired man looked up at Seo-oh, who had approached them, and expressed admiration. Nam-woon opened his mouth to say something urgently to Seo-oh, but he had to cover his hand over his mouth before he could utter a word.

“Hey… urgh.”

A rough pheromone was slowly emanating from Seo-oh. Normally, his scent was refreshingly pleasant, but now it felt heavy and oppressive, like a sudden downpour. Already feeling nauseous, Nam-woon was overwhelmed by the unpleasant Alpha pheromones, making him feel like he could vomit at any moment.

Seo-oh, watching Nam-woon’s disheveled state with an expressionless face, finally spoke.

“Are you having fun?”